Deep love only for you

Fu Yuchen picked up Han Xiyan, strode to the co pilot, opened the door and put her in carefully. When he bent over to fasten her seat belt, she looked at his close side face, her flustered heart calmed down a little, and the little sweetness in her heart came out.

After getting on the bus, Fu Yuchen first called someone to help deal with today's beating, then started the car and asked Han Xiyan, "what's going on just now?"

After he came out of the welfare home today, he has been working around here. Just after finishing it, he saw that man catching up with Han Xiyan and bullying her.

He hurried over, but it was still late. She was thrown to the ground. Although she didn't seem to be seriously injured, she, a little girl, usually looks soft and weak, must be afraid of pain.

Although he didn't mean that to her, after all, he had known her for so long. Coupled with the relationship between the two families, he really regarded her as his little niece.

The girl covered by herself was bullied, and her heart became cruel. Therefore, she gave the man a heartless greeting.

Nearby, Han Xiyan bit her lip: "I saw him rowing your car."

He was stunned and did not expect it to be the cause.

However, the anger that had not dissipated in my heart suddenly revived.

After a sudden brake, Fu Yuchen looked at Han Xiyan: "are you stupid or something? The car paint is spent. Is it more important than your safety?"

She was stunned by his roar, but she randomly understood the meaning of his words. Suddenly, the sweetness in her heart could no longer be hidden. Her face was swollen, but she smiled: "brother Yuchen, I know. I'm more important in your heart than the car!"

Her cheeks are big and her hair is a little messy. When she smiles, her eyes are still red, poor and funny. He was very angry, but he was lost his temper by such a pure smile and spit out two words: "deserved it."

Then he continued to drive away.

But she forgot the pain. Her cheeks were still smiling and her eyebrows were curved. She sat next to him and looked at him from time to time.

He was annoyed by her silly appearance. Seeing that he passed the drugstore, he stopped the car and left a sentence: "sit and wait for me."

After that, Fu Yuchen went to the drugstore, bought some alcohol, anti-inflammatory drugs and scalding drugs, and came back.

He looked at the blister on her shoulder, frowned slightly, unscrewed the ointment, dipped a cotton swab in the ointment and carefully applied it to her shoulder.

She looked at him sideways. Neither of them spoke, but she felt that the atmosphere in the car was a little more beautiful because of his gentle actions at the moment.

Even, she could feel his breath, slightly falling on her shoulder, a little itchy.

Fu Yuchen finished painting her shoulder, grabbed her hand and looked at the scratch on her palm.

His palm was white, and she was a whiter color than him, but she looked a little dirty because she fell on the ground and stained with soil.

Several paths were drawn in the careful palm. There were broken skin, soil and dirt in some places.

"It's estimated that you have to go home to deal with it. You have to bear it." Fu Yuchen said, letting go of her hand and stepping on the accelerator. The speed is obviously much faster than before.

When he arrived at her apartment, he stopped the car, bent over and untied her seat belt. He was about to take her out. He thought of something and asked, "can you still walk?"

Her careful thinking fluctuated with his just action. Relying on her abnormal face at the moment, she told a blushing lie: "no, my leg hurts."

He glanced at her and seemed suspicious, but without saying anything, he leaned over and took her out.

She immediately stretched out her arm and gently wrapped it around the back of his neck.

In my heart, I suddenly praised my courageous deeds today. It seems that all the injuries are worth it.

She leaned against his chest and beside his ears was his steady and powerful heartbeat. In the narrow space of the elevator, her heart resonated uncontrollably.

Unfortunately, the elevator soon reached her floor. He took her to the door, put her down and went to get her bag.

This was the first time Fu Yuchen entered the house. He looked at it slightly and asked, "usually does your brother live with you? Did you invite an aunt or something?"

Han Xiyan shook her head: "no, I usually eat at school and my brother is in the company, so no one is invited. On weekends, if we are all free, we will clean the room ourselves."

Fu Yuchen nodded, hugged her, put her on the sofa and said, "wait for me to help you deal with your wound."

He quickly brought a basin of water, took a dry towel, got wet and said, "it may hurt a little, you can bear it."

With that, he picked up her hand, put it on his knee, and then carefully wiped the soil off it.

His appearance is very serious and careful. When he looks down, his eyelashes are very long. His face is less casual and more meticulous.

She looked at it, forgot the pain, and was absorbed.

Until, he put down the towel and said, "now disinfect, it will definitely hurt."

She gave a 'um' and bit her lips.

Sure enough, the faint pricking sensation came from the palm, and her hand couldn't help retracting, but it was immediately held by his big hand. The touch on his wrist was clear, and the vein of his palmprint was printed again.

Her cheeks were red and motionless, and she let him disinfect her.

"OK." Fu Yuchen finally looked up: "don't touch the water or scratch before scabbing."

She nodded and looked very quiet.

In the room, the atmosphere seemed to stagnate until Han Xiyan's mobile phone rang.

Fu Yuchen went over and took out her mobile phone: "your brother called you."

Han Xiyan quickly answered with her fingertips, and rushed to the receiver with Fu Yuchen's hand: "brother."

"Xiyan, I'm going to board the plane. Have you gone home?" Han Xiaochi said.

"Home." Han Xiyan glanced at Fu Yuchen and said, "brother, you're busy. Be careful on the way."

"OK, don't run around at home and take care of yourself." Han Xiaochi saw that the plane had been boarded, so he said, "I'll give you wechat there. You go to bed early and don't have to wait for me."

Then he hung up.

Because he was so close, Fu Yuchen almost heard Han Xiaochi's words. He asked, "how many days is your brother on business?"

She said, "come back the day after tomorrow."

He was silent and asked nothing else.

After a while, he asked, "have you eaten?"

Han Xiyan nodded: "I ate some in the welfare home. How about you?"

He nodded: "eat too."

She nodded to show that she knew, and unconsciously looked at the clock on the wall.

At the moment, it's more than 8 o'clock in the evening. He is now

"Your brother doesn't trust you very much?" Fu Yuchen suddenly asked.

Han Xiyan nodded: "he sometimes looks like my father."

"I'll stay with you." his tone was very natural, and his way of speaking didn't seem to ask for advice.

She was stunned. Her heart was just a burst of joy. The corners of her lips seemed to be unable to hide her smile: "good."

He glanced at her, saw the swelling on her cheek and got up: "I'll help you deal with your face."

Her heart suddenly trembled and hurriedly said, "brother Yuchen, am I ugly now?"

It's a little girl in the end. This kind of mind can't be hidden. Fu Yuchen smiled: "a little ugly."

"Ah!" Han Xiyan was depressed. She was about to run into the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror, but she realized that she was now playing a "disabled person", so she had to sit depressed and watch Fu Yuchen go to the kitchen.

He took an egg from the refrigerator and boiled it. When he waited for it to be cooked, he walked to the door and saw Han Xiyan who was looking forward to it.

I'm afraid the little girl didn't expect him to see it. The expression on her face is so rich.

For a while, I took photos of myself with my mobile phone, for a while, I grabbed my hair in frustration, finally straightened out my hair, and took photos with my mobile phone again

The repeated appearance suddenly reminded him of some distant past.

I remember when he was in high school, he was a little so interested in a girl. It happened that the girl also asked him, so he gladly accepted the appointment.

After all, he was still green at that time, so when he went out, he changed his clothes several times and sorted his hair several times, which is Han Xiyan's state of mind at the moment.

The reason why he and she did this at that time was just because they had a clear heart.

He thought that he didn't like her or like her, but he felt that he had passed the age of her state of mind at the moment and didn't have the idea of falling in love. It seemed that many things he was keen on in the past couldn't interest him.

He can't give her the response she expects. He will only hurt her, hurt her enthusiasm and turn her into the same person as he is now.

Fu Yuchen took back his eyes. The water for boiling eggs had boiled. He turned down the fire and leaned aside to wait quietly.

Outside, Han Xiyan felt that her hair was finally not messy at the moment, but her cheeks were still swollen and ugly. She was annoyed and didn't know how to eliminate the palm prints on her face. Thinking that Han Xiaochi will be back the day after tomorrow, he will be even more depressed when he sees that he will be crazy.

At this time, footsteps sounded in her ears. When Han Xiyan raised his eyes, Fu Yuchen had come to her with the shelled eggs.

He sat down next to her, blew the eggs on his hand and said, "little niece, I'll help you with hot compress. It should reduce the swelling a lot tomorrow."

When she stared at him, his left hand had already passed through her hair, fastened the back of her head, held the cooked egg in his right hand, rolled on her swollen cheek and said, "is the temperature OK?"

She nodded and felt that she was not much hotter than the egg.

On her face, the swollen areas are all OK, mainly palm prints. Fu Yuchen rolled down along the palm seal, and his heart could not help getting angry.

He should have kicked that man a few more feet.

Therefore, he didn't realize that she had quietly approached him. The girl's light aroma seemed to drill into his nose, and his breath fell on his wrist, a little hot.

Han Xiyan knows that her behavior at the moment is very bold, but she can't manage so much in such tenderness.

Her eyes locked his lips, and her body seemed to be bewitched and close bit by bit